About Me  

I'm joining Service Space because ... there is constant inspiration of the truth, and the meaning of this one precious life we are given.

A good day to me is when ... I am able to acknowledge the world's minute and yet ever expansive beauties in the micro-isms of day to day experiences.

My hero in life is ...

My favorite book is ...

One thing I'm grateful for is ... the space of silence


Ranges Of Small Beings

Mar 19, 2020, 1 comments, 9 smiles [Inspired by last night's Virtual Awakin Circle, I tried to make a poem out of many of our thoughts, :) and was encouraged to share here. Thanks to everyone there for the inspiration and thoughts.] Ranges of Small Beings. The world lends things Smiles lend smiles Viruses lends viruses All beings exist with a divine purpose All beings who are able to provide loving kindness for. Both - small in nature exuding ripples like the ocean The virus forces us to step away (Let's constant fear in our doors) Yet our smiles seem to gather more than ever before anyway To say I love you to those you may have not spoken to over long periods of time To say hello to a stranger and grant it attention you may have not before To connect with yourself, your heart, your core, in a way you forgot or maybe never knew how Not my problem or your problem but our problem together This fear that binds us ... Read Full Story

Poetry Of Listening

Jul 03, 2019, 2 comments, 12 smiles Many wise individuals that have crossed my path who are great listeners have exclaimed that they are the receiver of ample wisdom through this process of making space. There is as Nirupa Aunty said (maybe not in these exact words...) this underlying challenge where we are no longer able to share our beings and we are maybe shy about it. Perhaps we are protective of ourselves and thus usually indulge in more day to day surface level exchanges. In essence, we don't want to burden others with what is true for us, we have forgotten the true reason for friendship and connection. The art of communication through storytelling in community has began to dwindle, and yet from what I see, from ServiceSpace to venues like the Moth, we crave it full throttle. There is desire to hear stories of (and be in tune with) community, to both be in awe of the unexpected ... Read Full Story

She Was No Other, But My Sister

Jun 20, 2019, 2 comments, 18 smiles [Last weekend's retreat on Being with the Other, needless to say, was such a sacred way to spend time together with so many beautiful souls. One of my highlights was reconnecting with this formative experience I had shared in the circle! Thank you, all, for holding space.] Being with the Other brings up an old story. 12 years ago, during my first few years in DC, I was at a party, and had met an African American man, and after a sweet conversation, we had decided to stay in touch. As many of us prepared to left there was a fight outside over a *parking spot*! I had to run back in to grab my coat which I had left upstairs. As we heard the shots and the commotion, many of us stayed inside to try to stay safe and calm, but the voices inside didn't find refuge so easily. Things somehow quickly escalated ... Read Full Story